The Silver Dragon and The Chalk Prince genshin impact

Prologue

Bursting through the door of the Knights of Favonious headquarters the little girl in red ran inside as her little legs carry her towards the library, following behind was a male with a floating companion chasing after the little girl. The reason for her to be in such a hurry is that the head librarian Lisa tells her tales outside of Mondstadt. This excites the little girl hearing the tales made her more curious about the outside world other than the city.

The blonde-haired male stood by the door of the library catching his breath from chasing the little red girl. "Paimon is tired of flying around chasing Klee..." she exhales also catching her breath. Aether hums in agreement both regain their composure and head into the library.

Klee was sitting down a book thin book on the table with Lisa leaning towards the girl, her finger pointing at the text of the book, as the girl in red eyes, follows the text librarian is reading for her. The traveler closed the wooden door a little bit too loud alerting the two females in the library. "Oh? Hello there cutie~ What brings you here?" the mage asked, smiling. Klee turns her head to meet with tired eyes from the traveler and Paimon.

"Ah! Aether and Paimon you caught up with me! Come come, Miss Lisa is going to tell me a folklore from Inazuma!" she exclaimed earning some 'shh' from other librarians in the area. Making Klee embarrassed covering her face with her tiny hands, the group giggled at the little girl, as Aether and Paimon sat down beside her.

"Alright then, now that everyone is here, I would like to start. Folklore from Inazuma 800 years ago, a tale that was before the Cataclysm. A tale of a Silver Dragon..."

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A folktale of Inazuma, the scene starts at a small farming village in Kannazuka Island it was a stormy night the distance you can hear the sound of thunder crashing down from the heavens down to the mortal realm. The winds were strong, strong enough to send a wooden house flying across the plains. A powerful storm indeed.

"What has come to thee? Is the Electro Archon upset with us?"

But in reality, it was just the weather being so erratic, this storm has nothing to do with the Archon at all. In a small wooden house near a bamboo forest lived an elderly couple huddling together for warmth. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard in the bamboo forest, both flinched at the loud noise. As strong winds hurried by the couple heard the cries of a child.

"Otto, am I hallucinating? Or do I hear the cries of a baby?" the wife asked her husband glancing out of the window of their house.

"I can hear it too..." he responded. Clutching onto his wife in his arms. He slowly lets go of the embrace and stood up walking towards the door.

"You're going out?! In this horrible storm?!" his wife exclaimed in worry.

"There is a baby out in the storm I have to do something..." he said calmly quickly opening their front door releasing air into their small house. He quickly ran out feeling the wind almost lift his frail body. He pushed through the rough winds, the accursed rain, and the ranging thunders crashing down. He made his way through the bamboo forest. Moving through the tall yet sturdy plants he smelled something out of the ordinary. "Am I near where the lightning has struck?" he questioned to himself.

He felt closer to where the lightning struck, he has then met a small creator made from the strike of lighting it burned a few bamboos around the area but we were easily extinguished from the rain. In the middle of the creator was a small child, with long branch-like horns on top of her head. The black color of the base of the horns and ombre of silver at the tip.

Eye slightly grew wide as he slowly walks up to the child whaling, he scoops her in his arms not noticing that the storm slowly settled down. He hums a little song caressing the tears away from the baby's eyes. The baby gradually calmed down fluttering her eyes open to only see bright (e/c) reflecting the lighting from above. They were mesmerizing, yet they seem connected to the storm.